Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.